My hubby offered me a drink and I had to make a tough decision this evening……Beer or run?? I only drink on occasions and only on the weekend.
My 5 mile run was cut down to 2.75 miles. Have you ever had a gut feeling about not running in a certain area? I had planned on running my neighborhood and then down the street through another one. About mile 0.5 I had a near panic feeling about running down the road to the other neighborhood.
I decided to not to do run to the other neighborhood. Then my imagination had the best of me. I can’t even put into words how badly I scared myself. I tried to remember all those safety suggestions you read in articles and hear in lectures. I ran trying to look as puffed as possible…I was running as tall as possible, running like a linebacker about to tackel someone like you see on football games, and I put on my “mean mommy” face.
I wish I could have had a picture taken so I can show how ridiculous I really looked. Of course nothing bad happen. I didn’t even see any strange people in the neighborhood. The only folks that were out were just the normal few folks that take their dog out for a walk at 9:45 PM. I think this was a case of my mind/body not wanting to be out for a run and it did what it could to cut the run short.
Honestly, I think my body just wanted to come back and get that can of cheap beer.
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